The Glass is Always Full


“Is the glass half empty or half full?” a common expression, a proverbial phrase, generally used rhetorically to indicate that a particular situation could be a cause for optimism (half full) or pessimism (half empty), or as a general litmus test to simply determine an individual’s worldview.

2017 seems to have begun with 1 of these 2 views, and based on media (both real and social), obviously more of one than the other.

What we tend to forget that Life, is much like the Tao:


Yin and Yang, are two opposite and complimentary energies that make up a whole; that one is not ever fulfilled without the other. Yin and Yang cannot exist without the other, they are never separate.

Whether we perceive them as freezing and boiling, dark and bright, good and evil, they are but parts that become a sum.


Exactly how we view a glass in a”simpler” fashion/expression/time.

A Worldview in the making.

The Mind, like an opinion, is a terrible thing to waste, and recent tidings have encouraged me to be much less reliant on the media machine, for what is fed to us through and media “feeds” preys upon our sensitivities and sensibilities to foster what I deem a lot of air in the glass. Substance without weight that doesn’t really feed or nurture us.

Not to say that all is such, that would bring us back to the Yin and Yang, bits of each in all.

Strong wills create strong views and stronger opinions, but a tempered view can cut a swath through the falsehoods, biases, and untruths. Unless (a) we don’t want to, or (b) we trust too much.

This is where faith and intelligence play into the picture, and we once again return to our yin and yang situation.

Thank you 2017.

We are supposed to be entering the year with an air of rebirth and refreshed ideals. Not of dread, not of ill-will, not of contempt, and certainly not of prejudice.

I am Canadian, and regardless of what I would let all Media believe, I live a Good life.

I am happy to drink from a glass that is half-full, I am even more glad with that the love and respect of my family and friends that my cup doth runneth over.

I will also never let one’s glass ever be empty, it is always filled and refilled at my table, regardless of choice of drink. I judge not.

Judging is one thing, and Respect-ing is however another, and when that Yin Yang becoomes Love/Hate, Respect/Disrespect, I am determined to replace the negative with positive, and the perception of “entitlement” with Gratitude.This year has been painted with more of the former of this (than the latter) til now, and is already due for a fresher coat, or some better primer.

I urge anyone reading this to Believe in Good, have Faith in the Just, but moreso, have faith in you and yours 1st. Think before reacting, and respect the views and opinions that others exude, and file them appropriately.

What separataes from the animals, is that we don’t have to react to instinct, we have the ability to ponder our decisions becfore reacting.

Let 2017 be the year of Action, and not a year of re-Action.

I wish you all the best. Fill your cup, drink until satiated.

Your cup will Always be Full.

One Love.



“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears…”

…is a line of a speech by Mark Antony in the play Julius Caesar, by William Shakespeare (taken from Act III, scene II) and is one of Shakespeare’s most famous lines from all of his works, explicitly as a famous example of the use of emotionally charged rhetoric.

In this work; Antony has been allowed by Brutus and the other conspirators to make a funeral oration for Caesar –  on condition that he not blame them for Caesar’s death. However, while Antony’s speech begins by justifying the actions of Brutus and the assassins (“I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him”), Antony uses said rhetoric to ultimately portray Caesar in such a positive light that the crowd are enraged against the conspirators.


This in my view, is an apt and vivid portrayal of what our “instant” world has become.

Immediate portrayal of thoughts and emotions with privileged and self-serving motive, that media and individuals can use as a public voice, whether or not founded or just, that may later simply be rescinded with a retraction (most often not), or left to fade into the obscurity of the next concern.

A concise definition of “rhetoric” is language designed to have a persuasive or impressive effect on its audience, but often regarded as lacking in sincerity or meaningful content.


Narcissistic-ally; media, social media and technology have provided voice to the masses to allow common courtesy to go the way of the dodo bird. The “look-at-me” syndrome has been perpetuated to make celebrities out of pretty much anything on a whim, and taking focus away from truly important matters. Information at one’s fingertips, once a blessing in disguise, is now wikpedia-izing all of us.

A decade (maybe 2) ago, having computer lab time was a privilege, and was time well invested. Now, we can google the distance from here to there measured in marshmallows, or how much sand runs through an hourglass. Nice, but not really relevant – unless that is your vocation.

An email or a text sent, and not replied to in moments; is now regarded as offensive in our instant world. The public having become acclimated to their own particular sense of importance of obviously being “that” important that they merit immediate attention, is a resultant sum of the technology put to us.


Whereas I do understand somewhat these scenes, I don’t prescribe to them. All in due process, and all in due measure.

Professionally, personally, or even just amicably…everything in its right time.

Communication is losing it’s art form, verbally and technologically, because everyone and everything has to be bigger, better, and faster. As an example; someone recently sent me a text; announcement of a date and time of an event. That was it. Was it an invitation? A simple notification? A bragging achievement? The lost art progresses.

Just the perception that everyone is always accessible to “internet” is something that still surprises me as I punch the keyboard. I still like writing by hand, correcting myself instead of having auto-correct make me spell properly.

We are human, and therefore prone to error, and it is by error that we learn and improve.

The time that I cherish, and look forward to most, is periodically unplugging and going to the woods.

No electricity, and very simple comforts and pleasures. To sit and practice the art of conversation, to be free of the impetus of net-life, and to not have to endure the drama that proceed the postings, texts, and hashtags that make our modern acumen. The true reality of “freedom” sans-drama, no need of “likes” or accolades to prove that what we do has to be instantaneously approved of, or disapproved of. I can eat red meat if I want, I can smoke a cigar if I want, I can admire the beauty of my family, and I can kiddingly jibe my friends to their face.

That is Real.

So, much like some music, my life is a lot better…unplugged.

Unless, I’m just reciting…rhetoric…